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Something that a man that has spent a lifetime full of hate, of strength he cannot describe, has slowly come to light in the flicker of the flames around them.
" lead the way, darlin'. "
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Quaritch watched with bated breath, analyzing, before his hand tightened around her own, following her without so much as an ounce of hesitation.
" does that include yourself, sweetheart? " he chuckled, the words breathy as he trailed behind her, tail swaying.
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——— at finding her equal in all things , her touch trails down the muscles lining the length of his arm , till she grasps his hand.
❛ come ... let us go carve more room in my yurt for you. as my equal all that is mine , is yours.❜
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the bonds forged in fire are ones that are strong, and perhaps it's this own, this very thing that had sparked between him, that made him start to see the world a little differently.
an equal, something he has never found before, but has come to find in her.
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but even then, Quaritch still paused.
" if I think you're about to go AWOL on us, trust me, kid," his expression stiffened, his eyes never leaving the ones in front of him.
" you'll be the first one in cuffs and thrown in a cage. "
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He watched, observed, studied, everything he was trained to do, not moving until Tommy had gotten dangerously close.
" well, alright then. " he smirked, stepping forward into his space, a hand moving to smack the man's back. " let's get it done. "
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« both his hands gripping onto Quaritch’s shoulders as he leaned in close enough until the male could feel his breath against his skin.
“I only ever look forward, Colonel.”
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" seems you haven't found the one to scratch that itch of yours, then. " he chuckled as his eyes moved to follow Tommy's movements.
He was quiet for a moment before he stepped forward. " if we're doing this, there's no going back. You really ready for this? "
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Tommy scoffed at the choice of words Quaritch used to describe him. He was no child, despite acting like one sometimes and displaying the characteristics of a young child.
With grace, Tommy contorted himself backwards off the branch and landed on the ground on all fours, his »
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twisting it around a few times before his arm moves, the blade now embedded in the wood between his legs.
" you sure you'll remember what side you're on, kid? I don't need another Sully stabbin' me in the back. I got a job to do. "
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" well, your brother found himself a local piece of tail and decided he forgot what side he was playin' for. some men are just weak to the female species. "
he watches as the blade is embedded in the dirt at his feet, staring at it before he's pulling it up,
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« Normal sibling rivalry is boring,” as quick as a viper striking its prey, Tommy slices his dagger through the air until the tip of the blade embeds into the dirt beside the older males feet. “And I don’t do boring.”
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He blinks, expression blank as he stares at her, processing the words that had just left her mouth.
" sweetheart, " he chuckles. " that was cheesy as hell. "
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" oh, Varang, " he breathes out her name as he watches her closely, admiring everything that this woman is.
" I'll accept with everythin' I've got left in me. "
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her hands are like a sweet reminder of something he'd long forgotten — the comfort of home — and he can't help the way the sigh leaves his lips.
very brush, every vision she has for him, he'd accept it willingly, no hesitation.
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——— replaces the long lost medals of a dead man with plumage , red pigment and black soot like the mightiest mangkwan warrior — her warrior.
❛ so you accept .ᐣ ❜
palm drawing an invisible line down the center of his chest , she marks where she plans on covering with paint.